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Impulsive...N that's it...

Is it the thought that matters???

Well, this one came as a result of seeing some old snaps.Of Vietnam war, a few coups, Iraq war, Somalia n the very first instances of racism.I really dont understand , that why do we at all react to these if its just going to be for the time being..."Oh! how come 'People' are so fiendish??how do they do this to a fellow human"??

Hello!!! why are u bothered...r u going to make any difference? R u going to burn urself protesting against government laws, deaths caused by war n corruption?...r u?Or else ,r u even going to do as simple a thing as donating money for a noble cause...hey why/how come I'll do that...there's corruption in between..the money will never reach the targeted so called poor fortuned!!...

One of the snaps shows a missionary holding the hand of a "going to die Somalian kid"...It felt like God is holding ET's hand!!!

Others were of Refugees being killed in War, mother pleading to stone-faced soldier for releasing captivated son, captivated father trying to comfort child, helpless mother trying to help her children escape bomb attacks...n many others...

N yes, the catch...a soldier dying in the arms of an awe-struck priest......

I seriously hate myself.....



N.B. N here I am executing scripts, making money for BT, TechM n yes me...petty ha!!!!

Comments

Fine Man said…
Really impulsive...
11:38 AM
Anonymous said…
as we look around ourselves..........we can see so many sorrows..............we should realise that how fortunate we are.............we are not born in somalia or vietnam (of 60 s).we are born in middle class homes of india.
1:07 PM
Anonymous said…
Well said.
4:00 AM
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